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Every morning the drive to work was like a slow squeezing into
someone else’s skin. I walked around in that skin all day,
sometimes holding myself up on the wall when the dizziness and
fatigue were at their worst and no one was looking. People who
loved me told me to… Read full post »

She's tiny, cute, soft, and pleasantly aromatic. Yet, sometimes I
fear her. Baby is like a small Lennie from Of Mice and Men, blissfully unaware of
her strength. I am George, futilely trying to rein it in. The
inevitable end to my story, however, is that Baby will continue to
inflict…